February, 23, 2001 archives

watching the yes/no questions people ask is very frightening. apparently some people take it quite seriously, and think it can really tell them if some person will have sex with them again, or still loves them, or wants them to call, or loves someone else, or what have you. people interrogate this poor pen as if it was something more than rand()%2.

the salon recaps of survivor episodes are probably more fun than the actual show. (but i'll cop to watching the show, too, while my tivo records the nbc lineup.)

i wish my short-term memory weren't crap. i can't even begin the count the number of times i've stood in the shower not able to remember if i've washed my hair already or not, or the number of times i've looked at the bottle of multivitamins on my desk wondering if i already took one this morning. (nothing terrible will happen in repetition in either case, except i'll have even cleaner hair and 200% of my recommended daily allowance of pantothenic acid.)

its probably related to that part of my brain that never seems to want to pick the right key for a door on the first try. (and i only carry four keys!)